dark skin turns pale
lips dry
crack like desert soil
when hit with a wave of heat.
energy tries to jump start itself
but the body doesn't move
it sits parked
waiting for a miracle.
in the meantime
the mind remains in tact
held prisoner to the failing body.
all that is needed
is a slice of shade
thimble of h2o
a touch of mist
on the forehead
but these simple things
are too much to ask
when all the eyes see
a tan yellow haze wasteland.
